Tuesday, September 23, 2008

New Soul--Or Just New Hair...

Greaseball.I slept in today, and called upon a trusty ponytail to get me through the first two classes of the day-feeling alright for five hours of sleep but a bit...homelier than usual.

After a dose of cuanto cuesta and que pagaste fried the brain beside my slimy ponytail, I was walking home down University Avenue when a sudden, overwhelming, positively uncontrollable urge to cut my hair hit me like a ton of bricks. I physically could not wait another minute! The fates aligned, and the Metropolitan Salon appeared before my ecstatic eyes.A mere 40 minutes and 30 bucks later, I'm a new woman.How does chopping off some dead protein hold the power to make me feel so freaking good? I'll do things I never thought possible before, say things I would have kept to myself. I'll do whatever I want with my newfound freedom! Freshly A-lined bob swinging, I can single-handedly solve world hunger-or possibly just my Spanish homework.

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I should just let you know...This blog is my writing, and that's it.Perspectives from a female, middle class twentysomething. Recently married music education college student. Residing in Provo, Utah. These things color these words, but before I was all of those things I was a human,so that's who I am here.

Welcome to my blog!It's pretty much devoid of snazzy pictures and documentation of what I've eaten in the last 48 hours.It's my space to ache for substance in the world.